The enemy has already won if we live in fear.It’s clear.We cannot live in fear.Or we secretly give them their thrill.We’ll all lose in the end if we don’t take this time to speak out.It’s time to shout.Before we have a power grid blackout,We will not live in fear.If you come near me, you’ll be shot in the rear.And take off running with all your gear.I will not live in fear.I will not live in fear.Now repeat it again.And let it soak in.And do it again.

America, you are a Country filled with beautiful dreams.Your crystal clear white beating waters hits against the shores.You make an immigrant’s struggle and hard work worth all the chores.Immigrants never came here before not expecting to work.No, they came to the beating shores with pockets full of dreams.They were the ones that helped build America.With integrity and strength,They worked long and hard into the wee hours.With one goal in mind to beat the greedy Royal Britain powers,They built churches.They built roads,And houses,They looked into the crystal blue waters and dreamed.Of Freedom and independence not paying taxes to Great Britain,They dreamed of a strong unity between all sisters and brothers that would defend liberty to the end.Even when Great Britain dropped off its worst criminals on their shores, they never gave up on their dreams.America, most of all they let no one take away their dreams.America was built on God given Dreams!

I will tell you, who you are! You, are mere mortal men that have little powerTell me, can you raise the dead with your power?It is I, who has all the power!I am the one that who decides each hour who will lose breath’s power.It is I, who controls the winds in the sea.Why can’t you see?I will tell you, why!You, have no ears to hear or eyes to see.Because you, are blinded by mortal power.This same power that can all be brought to an end with one command.And yet, you, demand men to bow down to you!Is it you, that knows each star by name?Is it not, I, that stops your bones and muscles from going lame?I am the same!But, tell me, who are you?I am,I am!

I will not surrender.Nor will I be a pretender.I will serve God and my country with all of my heart.And when my heart grows faint,I will not speak with words of selfish complaint.But in that hour I will hold myself up like a proud saint.It won’t come from physical strength.But it will come from my long and dearest childhood faith.That when I would hear in that thunderous hour, when my God would sternly speak; quietly and whisper to a frightened child, wait.And speaking tenderly, I bowed feeling His Heavenly splendor.With my soul at ease, I feel His rushing peace.Released from tense waves,He saves.

I looked up at the troubled American sky, and it looked like it was going to burst out crying.Then, I saw an Angel and I asked, why, is all of this happening to my beloved America?And the Angel whispered, I watched over America for years.I was there to chase away the enemies’ fears.But, America started slowly turning away from God.And all of Heavens Angels stood back in awe.We couldn’t believe what we were hearing and seeing.The Angels in Heaven started crying.We saw young men and women dying.Trying to protect their America,God saw it all.And he said with a great big shout.I still have those that believe in me in America.And I’m not about to sit back and watch it fall.Victory is mine, says God!I’ve heard you crying!Follow me, and I, will stop all the dying.The timing is mine, says, God.Victory is mine!

I found the Baptist church that helped build me.It’s a beautiful church in Tennessee that’s shadowed by old Trees.And near the church is an old cemetery with names of faith I see.It all started with one man’s vision that my great, great, grandfather could see.He knew one day that his great, great, granddaughter would come looking searching for the truth you see.My great, great grandfather makes me so proud that I can feel the faith inside of me.When I look at the old pictures of the past, I see the church that helped build me.I see that it was once an old frame church, but now it’s a beautiful site to see.My great, great, grandfather built this church for you and me.I recon that I always had Angels watching over me.

There’s a road in Tennessee that follows me.It was a place where people of faith would gather in Tennessee.It was where my great grandfather the preacher man would preach.It’s behind the lush green trees of Smith County Tennessee.There’s a road in Tennessee that leads to the heart of my soul.Where the faithful walked, wearing the soles of their feet.And where the hard beaten of the world; could find a place to retreat in Tennessee.It was just a little white framed church that grew and grew in Tennessee.I wonder if my great grandfather knew the roots that he left in Tennessee.There’s a road in Tennessee that follows me…It leads me to the gates of Heaven from Tennessee to Oklahoma, that road still follows me…

I walked into a church.And I looked around.I could feel the Spirit all around.I was in Tennessee.I fell down to my knees.There was a woman there.She helped lift me from my knees.And she said to me.I’ve been watching you grow inside of this church.Since the day you were born, I knew one day that you’d return back to me.I began to cry.And she said to me.You’ll always be welcomed in this church.It’s the church that your grandpa built for you and me.And he knew no matter how far you strayed, you’d always return back to me.You may return broken on your knees.But this is when God sees.He begins to release you from sins grip with ease.And you feel the power of the Holy Spirit like a fresh light breeze.At that moment all time freezes.The moment you walked back into church.And you fell down on your knees.P. Kelley

Americans are going to have to become bold.And show that they can’t be sold.We are true Americans in which our hearts beat red, white and blue through and through.We are still Christians, and we will gather around the church pew.We will be led by the Holy Spirit in what we shall say and do.Our wisdom doesn’t come from man.But our wisdom comes from God Almighty who created all man.

We're not influenced by false gods that stand on a harbor over looking the seven seas that fools the foolish men.

We will not be deceived or defeated by evil men.We will be led to victory through prayer and wisdom.We will fight for liberty and freedom.And see a victorious Heavenly vision.We are the off springs: the branches of the righteous men.The sons and daughters of the real Liberty.And so it was told.That they couldn’t be sold!

My life is a visionary vapor.With my poetic notes on paper,For a season I walk this earth.And I still haven’t learned a lot since my birth.But I feel this urgency inside of me that I yet have more to do on this earth.Before, we see the collapse of our great Planet Earth.And the world as we know it becomes a dissipating vapor.And everything is transformed back to the time of God’s Creation.Where we see a new Heaven and earth are created from God’s Word out of vapor.

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